::Yuuri is still moving restlessly in the bed, and now, instead of those soft distressed sounds, the dark-haired girl is crying. Those silent tears drive her out of her chair, and she climbs up to kneel on the side of the bed, brushing back the strands of hair that cling to Yuuri's damp cheeks.::
::She assumes that Yuuri is dreaming, but she isn't sure if she should wake the girl or not. Carefully, she curls up next to Yuuri, lifting one of the limp hands that rested on the blankets and pressing it gently between both of her own. Then, she hesitantly raises one hand to feather softly through Yuuri's hair, humming some little, tuneless song that she hoped would help Yuuri relax and find a way out of whatever it was that haunted her sleep.::
*Slowly something starts to push her away from her dark dream and she shifts a bit restlessly before her head finally drops against a shoulder and she lays still, trying to bring some sort of order to her sleep-confused mind.*
*Dark. It's still so dark. And still, no busy movement. She's almost think she were in a tomb. But, but there is someone else close by. A heartbeat pulses somewhere close and she shifts her head so that her ear is right over the comforting sound*
Who is it? *she asks sleepily, trying to identify this person* Conrad?
*But no, she remembers, Conrad isn't here. He's been kidnapped, like Greta. Slowly she curls up, pulling in her arms and legs into a tight, protective little ball. Ever since she's gotten to this world, she's never felt so helpless.*
::Yuuri's head settles on her shoulder and the girl seems calmer now. She breathes a soft sigh of relief, still running her fingers through dark hair. Then the girl stirs, soft sleepy questions interrupting the silence that had hung between them.::
Who is it? Conrad?::A surge of jealousy rises up, and she goes tense but doesn't move away from Yuuri. Instead, she focuses on vague reccollections, grainy and dim, of a brown-haired boy and a woman with long blond hair. Memories of sitting off to one side, quiet while important things were discussed, small feet hanging over the edge of the sofa. A dark-haired figure, nearly a man, with a serious, thoughtful face. Fleeting recall of a childhood that doesn't quite feel like it should belong to her, but it must. That dissolves some of the sudden jealousy, and she answers quietly, still a little lost in trying to sharpen faint rememberances
( ... )
*She knows that voice, right? Come on brain, THINK!....GAH! Of course, Wolfram. Wolfram's still a girl. Yeah, even kinda smells like Wolfram, only a little softer.* Wolfram *she says aloud, trying to hold back a yawn. Saints, but she's still tired.*
*Slowly she unrolls like a rolly polly bug moves so that she's half laying on top of Wolfram. Happily, she wraps her arms around Wolfram's waist and snuggles into the girl's shoulder, intent on gonig back to sleep*
'sokay *she slurs sleepily* 's never stopped 'ou 'fore.
[As the two girls start to whisper to each other in the dark, T-Zhou decides he is intruding. He slips over to the door and, after a certain amount of gnawing, manages to turn the handle and trot out.]
*Warm, Wolfram is so warm, and if she wasn't afraid of frightening Wolfram, she'd cling to her and surely say something very stupid. So instead she nods and allows Wolfram to help her back to her feet
( ... )
::When Yuuri begins speaking, she's confused for an instant, but then she remembers what they had been doing before the interruption of the guards at the door. As she listens, she burrows a little closer to Yuuri, pulling the blanket up tighter around their shoulders. She isn't actually cold, but she wants to make sure that Yuuri is warm. She tries to find places to fit Yuuri's words into the blank puzzle of her mind, storing them away like precious things. Content and comfortable, she speaks thoughtlessly
( ... )
No, *a snorted laugh accompanies a small smile* no, the only thing named after me is a way of serving fish with rice. Though I heard someone say that they were thinking of making it a word. To Yuuri: to do something incredibly foolish with the best of intentions in mind. Though Gwendal may have been teasing when he said that. You can never tell with Gwendal
( ... )
::At the first pause in Yuuri's explanation, she's tense and quiet. But then Yuuri goes on, and slowly she relaxes. More questions have been sparked by some of what Yuuri has said, but she's content with this answer. It seems that this is where she belongs, and she becomes a bit more hopeful that with time everything will come to fit once again.::
Thank you. ::Her arms slowly slide around Yuuri, and she hugs the other girl tightly, a faint blush darkening her cheeks.:: For explaining, I mean. And for trying so hard and not giving up on me. I really must be very lucky...
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::Yuuri is still moving restlessly in the bed, and now, instead of those soft distressed sounds, the dark-haired girl is crying. Those silent tears drive her out of her chair, and she climbs up to kneel on the side of the bed, brushing back the strands of hair that cling to Yuuri's damp cheeks.::
::She assumes that Yuuri is dreaming, but she isn't sure if she should wake the girl or not. Carefully, she curls up next to Yuuri, lifting one of the limp hands that rested on the blankets and pressing it gently between both of her own. Then, she hesitantly raises one hand to feather softly through Yuuri's hair, humming some little, tuneless song that she hoped would help Yuuri relax and find a way out of whatever it was that haunted her sleep.::
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*Dark. It's still so dark. And still, no busy movement. She's almost think she were in a tomb. But, but there is someone else close by. A heartbeat pulses somewhere close and she shifts her head so that her ear is right over the comforting sound*
Who is it? *she asks sleepily, trying to identify this person* Conrad?
*But no, she remembers, Conrad isn't here. He's been kidnapped, like Greta. Slowly she curls up, pulling in her arms and legs into a tight, protective little ball. Ever since she's gotten to this world, she's never felt so helpless.*
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Who is it? Conrad?::A surge of jealousy rises up, and she goes tense but doesn't move away from Yuuri. Instead, she focuses on vague reccollections, grainy and dim, of a brown-haired boy and a woman with long blond hair. Memories of sitting off to one side, quiet while important things were discussed, small feet hanging over the edge of the sofa. A dark-haired figure, nearly a man, with a serious, thoughtful face. Fleeting recall of a childhood that doesn't quite feel like it should belong to her, but it must. That dissolves some of the sudden jealousy, and she answers quietly, still a little lost in trying to sharpen faint rememberances ( ... )
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*Slowly she unrolls like a rolly polly bug moves so that she's half laying on top of Wolfram. Happily, she wraps her arms around Wolfram's waist and snuggles into the girl's shoulder, intent on gonig back to sleep*
'sokay *she slurs sleepily* 's never stopped 'ou 'fore.
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Thank you. ::Her arms slowly slide around Yuuri, and she hugs the other girl tightly, a faint blush darkening her cheeks.:: For explaining, I mean. And for trying so hard and not giving up on me. I really must be very lucky...
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